Ground is shaking under our mortal legs
It's cracking, it's tearing apart, saves grace
The last resort that some hold on to, death
Liberates when only struggle is employed to part
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind divide
Hell from the allusive heaven, all devils are here
The phantoms scream "let them", long tendrils
Chaining down to the wall, on the chair, in the cage
Eyes ask for help, shout for salvation, but the voice denotes rage.
Reflections in the mirror, broken glass, shattered windows
Held out their hands, pass into a parallel universe,
Down we go spinning, hanging low, disappear wordless now
There's nothing nowhere, despair and acceptance bow
To hope and a lost smile, the dove flew away
With happiness in a bottle tied.
It's cracking, it's tearing apart, saves grace
The last resort that some hold on to, death
Liberates when only struggle is employed to part
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind divide
Hell from the allusive heaven, all devils are here
The phantoms scream "let them", long tendrils
Chaining down to the wall, on the chair, in the cage
Eyes ask for help, shout for salvation, but the voice denotes rage.
Reflections in the mirror, broken glass, shattered windows
Held out their hands, pass into a parallel universe,
Down we go spinning, hanging low, disappear wordless now
There's nothing nowhere, despair and acceptance bow
To hope and a lost smile, the dove flew away
With happiness in a bottle tied.
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